New bad habits

Eleonor holds her breath because this moment has finally arrived. She's thought about this conversation a thousand times, and here they are, sitting at the dinner table with barely stirred food and almost empty wine. She cannot eat or drink as her stomach has been so sensitive lately. Even at that point, she feels her insides twist and her chest freeze.

“Why did you want to marry Emily?” She asks again with a high voice.

“Didn't you ask me that already?”

“You did not answer me.”

“Oh, do I need to answer it?” Giovanni tilts his head slightly with a smug smile.

“Yes, Giovanni. That's how a conversation works, with two people talking.” She sighs, feeling that maybe things aren't going to go as easily as she expected.

“You didn't answer me either. I asked what you think about it.”

“What?” She gives in to surprise and her eyebrows rise. Giovanni stifles a laugh because all he can see is how her face speaks for itself.

“I didn't ask about cigarettes, Eleonor, or what that James and Erica th